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Games of Invictus Chapter 29 (YEAR 2052)
The Third World War began on August fifteenth, 2030. It only lasted three days. It was a war that ended with twenty-thousand nuclear warheads and a burning Earth. With over one billion fatalities, the Third World War was labelled the largest global catastrophe since the extinction of the dinosaurs. Another hundred million more died soon after, victims of the swift and deadly killer that was radiation sickness. Worldwide infrastructure failed in less than a day-everything from microchips to national power grids were fried by the blasts. It was an atrocity of the highest order. The ultimate crime against humanity. But this story is not about that war. This story is about what happened next after the bombs had dropped. Before we knew it, the scarred remnants of the world were once again united against a common threat. The nuclear fallout we had created would soon wipe us all from existence. Functioning technology was scarce, so countries began to collaborate once more. Without any ot
Games of Invictus Chapter 30 (YEAR 2052)
Report: Quinn The edge of a dried sea. Russia. Decommissioned nuclear facility. Designation: 'Lighthouse' I could hear explosions outside-loud, thunderous detonations that I didn't so much hear as feel in my bones. By now I should have been used to explosions, as they were quite common in my line of work. Still, the sound in my ears and the pressured feeling in my chest told me that only danger awaited below. I loved it. I slid into the mech's pilot seat with a sigh of delight and moved to run my hands through my hair, an old stress-induced habit I'd recently resumed. Of course, I found almost nothing; my new brown crew cut didn't offer much to touch. My fingers brushed up against something solid embedded in the nape of my neck. An IRON chip, stolen from its American manufacturers. It was about the size of a dime. I settled my hands back on the controls of the mech and waited. It was likely only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. The sleeve of my jumpsuit caught on the co
Games of Invictus Chapter 31 (YEAR 2052)
The Grendel attacked me almost immediately, weapons blazing. The mech's two-storey body was laughable in shape but advantageous from a tactical viewpoint. Its thick, bulbous body gave it heavy armour and a low center of gravity, and its weapons array was built directly into the center of its frame, making it harder to destroy. The tubby grey German mech fought less like its mythological namesake and more like a sumo wrestler-it was built to take a hit and remain standing. A single red light shone through its thick armour as it wobbled toward me, marking where its camera was hidden away. The chunky Grendel was a tough enemy for my flimsy Regiment, especially because it was carrying both a rotary railgun and a powerful howitzer cannon. Fortunately, I had a trick or two up my sleeve. An interchangeable weapons array had been the reason I had chosen to use a Regiment for my mission-though a Goliath would've been a better mech, the Regiment's mounted weapons were easily customizable. Most
Games of Invictus Chapter 32 (YEAR 2052)
My command capsule streaked through the clouds, shrouding the battlefield below in white. To the naked eye, my command capsule rocketed to six-thousand feet above the Earth and simply disappeared. Of course, I knew better. Above me, the sky opened like a door, exposing a metal interior filled with mechs. My dropship. Visually camouflaged and practically undetectable by radar, dropships were used to discreetly transport mechs by every faction in the Iron War. Dropships were hidden from view but never weaponized-a global agreement forged after far too many aerial fatalities. I could see the dropship's camouflaged exterior part for a brief moment, exposing its gray hull for an instant. All sleek curves and rounded edges, the dropship was a nuclear-powered marvel of technology. Keeping it in the air was impressive-using it to carry building-sized mechs was another feat entirely. Thankfully, it was Lucas' job to worry about keeping the dropship flying-mechs were my only concern. A door
Games of Invictus Chapter 33 (YEAR 2052)
The Exodus looked like a giant red kettle. Its big, bowl-shaped body and raised shoulders gave it an ornate look, accented by the gold decals that decorated its armour. The owner had put substance before style, certainly, but there was still plenty of style to spare on the body of the Exodus. A giant, stylish red kettle, then. It's amazing what nonsense goes through your head when you're dodging missiles launched from said giant red kettle of death. "Blast!" I growled, and slammed my hand onto the activation key. The odds were good enough. I could feel my teeth vibrate as the back of the Prototype folded outward on itself, the jagged armour behind my cockpit peeling back like a gate to allow access to something new. The Prototype's secret weapon. Only, it wasn't a weapon. It was a crystalline pyramid of electronics and synthetic glass that poked out of the armour a few centimetres above the mech, shimmering in the midday sun. The quiet hum it made failed to convey the true power
Games of Invictus Chapter 34 (YEAR 2052)
Eleven. Eleven mechs. That was the exact number of enemies I had just made. Eleven pilots from different factions, all determined to cut my escape short. They were bigger, angrier and more powerful than I was, but I had one saving grace. I was faster than all of them. Bullets peppered the air around me and plasma nipped at my heels. The Prototype careened through the industrial park, narrowly avoiding buildings as it did so. "Lucas!" I shouted. A missile barrage impacted the building next to me, vaporizing three floors in a single blast and pelting my mech with a hail of stone. I tapped my comm headset with one hand, making sure it was working. A blast from a howitzer cannon disintegrated an abandoned car near me, sending glass and metal soaring. "Lucas, for crying out loud," I tried again, "answer the comm before I get turned into slag!" My comms hissed, and a moment later I was nearly deafened by a shout. "I have half a mind to let them waste you, Quinn!" Lucas roared, his an
Games of Invictus Chapter 35 (YEAR 2052)
Report: Quinn The interior of Dropship 13. Russian airspace. The rough metal tread of the hangar bay floor dug into my knees as I landed, gasping for breath. You never notice how suffocating it is inside a mech until you're outside once again. I stood shakily, slick with sweat, and laughed, raising my arms and enjoying the cool air on my skin. Below me hung the Prototype. The mech's once-smooth armour was scuffed and chipped, pitted with dents from bullets and other projectiles. One plasma cannon hung from the mech's side, its long, bulbous frame scratched and bent. The launcher on the opposite side of the mech, however, was much worse for wear. A twisted hunk of metal hung limp, emitting an occasional spark as power ran uselessly through the crippled unit. Lucas wouldn't be pleased. The interior of Dropship 13 was a dim, vast space filled with mechs that hung down from mechanical arms like sleeping bats. Reddish-brown metal grates lined the walls as well as the floor, doubling a
Games of Invictus Chapter 36 (YEAR 2052)
Report: Quinn Just off the coast of Nova Scotia. Canada. Prototype tactical launch platform. Designation: "The Firmament" Despite its stark exterior, the Firmament's interior was nothing short of beautiful. The interior of the half-kilometre-tall station was hollow, occupied by platforms of varying sizes ringing its interior circumference. Railings, elevators and bridges snaked throughout at random, connecting each ring of platforms like the arteries of some massive being. A glass dome built into the base's top allowed sunlight to shine on the higher platforms, while the lower levels were illuminated by a network of LED lights. At the base's bottom sat the beating heart of the Firmament, an enormous hexagonal shape strung up with an uncountable number of wires. The nuclear reactor core hummed within its insulated prison, generating enough energy to power the entire facility for the foreseeable future. The core sat on the very lowest platform in the entire base, held just above t
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